Sometimes I want to crawl back under the electric blanket
and just hide from responsibility.
To sleep off adulthood.
Let someone else be in charge.
Sorry, I’m in siesta.
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Sometimes I want to lie on the couch covered in dogs
and escape into an alternate universe.
Delve into Downton and let Carson handle it.
Sometimes I want to escape my own
American Horror Story
and borrow Ryan Murphy’s for awhile.
Sometimes you just have to.